More copies of Angy comes to join the fun

Your penis is nested deep inside Ynga while watching the both of them bickering as if you aren't even there, as if you aren't having the time of your life fucking your tight teacher. Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of breasts encircling your head from behind as some hands cradles you from behind, hugging you. "Maybe you'd like some more people worshiping your fat cock, huh?"

The voice coming from behind was exactly the same as Angy. You look up and see yet another of Angy's twins staring down at you, although this one clearly has some more flesh on her chest. You do remember her, of course, her name was... it was...

You look back towards Angy, and see two more of her numerous twins she has. One slightly taller, and the other having a much flatter chest. You also can't remember these newcomers' names, Angy's family is so numerous that you really couldn't figure out who was who, nor their names. It always was a confusing mess.

The two newly arrived twins marched beside Ynga, still firmly resting on your dick, and they each grabs one of her legs and begins lifting her up slowly. You arch your back backwards, pressing yourself more into the busty twin's cleavage, doing your best to not explode on the spot while the nerves ending of your penis are tightly caressed by the receding Ynga. "G-g-girls! It's-- it's too much, I'm gonna cum if--"

"Shut it," all five of them says at the exact same time. "As if we'd allow you to bust your nuts without our consent. You get to cum when we'll allow it, worm." You don't recall Angy always being this mean, but maybe that's a thing when she's playing with her toys. Which, currently, is you.

The two twins lifting Ynga pulls down on her legs harshly, forcing her to go from almost all the way out to your penis shoved as deeply as it can in less than a second. You and Ynga releases a powerful moan, the busty twin begins massaging her big breasts and pumping it up and down around your head, squishing it inwards as well. You're panting as if you're running a marathon, your heart rate going haywire in your chest. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head, always feeling like you're about to have the world's greatest orgasm, but it just never happens.

"G-- G-girls, p-please..." you whine pleadingly.

At last, Ynga is tugged up so far she's removed from your rock hard dick, your whole length left bare of any attention. All four twins in front of you surrounds your penis, and four pairs of hands begins to teasingly caress your rod and your balls, the organs pulsing with passion. "Do you really deserve to cum?" Angy says nonchalantly.

"Are you really this weak that you're gonna paint this entire room with your seeds that quickly?" Ynga follows.

How couldn't you? The only reason why you aren't a white fountain of liquid joy is because they're not allowing you to orgasm. You're struggling to find proper words to express how you're feeling, simply moaning, panting under their divine, expert touches.